Ohhhhh Facebook

My fam jam hyjacked my status... and while it could be embarassing, it was actually pretty funny... My favorite was the end... haha

"desperately seeking......eligible young man....who loves children, cleaning (especially toilets), cooking, working, listening to poetry, washing dishes, fixing cars, editing essays, building snowmen, killing spiders and gushing over how wonderful I look despite having had my body stretched out of shape by an eight pound bowling ball that is now 18 months old"

Way to go family, now go find him k? lol

Press On

Im a little sick, and Im also quite tired. My marks aren't where I want them to be, and Im ready for school to be over. pls? There is so much to do, and so little motivation left to do it. I want to run outside and build a snowman, or go buy another hot chocolate, or watch a movie... or anything to give my mind a rest. a long rest. BUT... instead I press on, like the awesome hymn sung at general conference this weekend "We will all press on in the work of the lord, that when life is o'r, we may gain a reward, in the fight for right we must weild the sword, the might sword of truth"
and another gooder
"and we hear the desert ringing, Carry on Carry on Carry on! Hills and vales and mountains ringing, carry on carry on carry on!"

The end.
XO
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Like or Dislike?

Two of my friends have suggested adding a donate to the 'Elizabeth needs a divorce' button to my blog... and your thoughts??

Haha.

Im going to speak with a lawyer asap. But the last I heard, the retainer for having them work on the case would be 3thousand dollars.


Well worth keeping Nod safe I think.

ALERT ALERT! New Blog

My friend Jare Oregeno thinks I should start a blog, about my experiences as a single mom, going through a divorce, and the refiners fire. Pretty similar to some things Ive been talking about here, but here I can talk about anything. Ive already posted a bunch, and if youre interested... here's the link.

Ps, Thanks to Leo for the title idea :D

GIVE AWAY

On facebook at creatiffany's page!!!!! DO IT!

http://www.facebook.com/pages/CreaTiffanys/186902458013698?sk=wall

Correction re: Malevolence

Okay okay okay. So Malevolence isn't that bad after all. In fact, let's call her Levy. She swore me to secrecy, but I figure that because I'm not using her real name I can say this much. She gave me her personal email address and phone number, and has been emailing me tonight helping me finish these stupid papers. I think that definitely makes up for her overlooking all my mistakes (thus getting my judgment rejected- which turned out to be a blessing anyways) and for the rude comments. In truth, she is actually just a good person. A good person with an abrasive personality at times. She means well, and I respect that. and her. Thanks Levy, and I sincerely hope you never read this. :P

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The Fence

I thought I was on the greener side of the pasture. Well, I am. But the other day I hopped up on the fence and looked around at the life I had left. It certainly had some green patches, but there would be no progression, no improvement,and likely degression. On my side of the fence there is currently a lot of fertalizer. It stinks to high heavens, but in the end the grass will grow stronger, the colour brighter, and the sight will be magnificent. I am reminded of what LuAnn Mitchell once said to me "Life is good, everything that isnt good is just fertalizer to make life better" (or something to that effect). It was getting kind of neausiating amongst the heaping piles of dung, so I went for a drive for some fresh air. I rode in the passengerseat of that beatup firely and dejavu hit me hard. I could almost forget that it was 2011, for the situation seemed so normal, so last year. D beside me, Brosie behind me, the coulees out to the west, the watertower in the north. We met up with the family I hadnt seen in a year. There were hugs and kisses, there was a little Nod showered with love and presents and affection from grandparents and cousins she did not recognise. I love them. I was burdened with guilt for not having seen them. Then I was reminded why I am on my side of the fence. I cannot go back to that life. I also do not think that past mixes well with my future. I would like to say I will see them again soon, but you know what, I won't. I have a little peice of them with me though. She is beauiful, she has her grandmothers hair, D's eyes, and the family look. As much as I miss my beauiful city, and the ladies of the parlour, life does not stop. It grows and changes and morphs and adds and takes away. Those coulees have been taken away. That family has been taken away. I will always be their friend, but this judgement will come, and I will cease to be their family. It is a wound I have to live with for a while, until life croses our paths again. So, as D dropped me off at my sisters after his visit with Nod, I slapped my brain across the face. I thought of last yearand all the times we drove to the same little house. The times he ignored me and played his
ipod, or the blessings I had to get from someone worthy, or the bed my sister had offered me the day I found out everything. As I closed the door behind him I felt I was closing out the world. That little home is one of refuge from the world. I became empowered again in my determination to move forward. I took back another piece of my heart, claimed it my own again. Good thing I felt that boost too, cause on the other side of the fence there was some fresh dung on the pile. A broken alternator, a broken thermostat, a broken phone line, an extremly sick child. speaking of the little child, she wakes.

God Bless
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